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Sam sat down in his dark dingy room. After been deprived from sleep he felt, to say the least, tired. His back was comfortably propped up against the warm leather headrest. His eyes were glued to the bright computer screen in front of him, his eyes felt sore and sleepy as the stinging light filtered into them. Various people where talking to him and he was lazily replying. His hands were slow and his mind even slower. All he could concentrate on for more then two minutes was his wonderful girlfriend Claire.

He swung his head back and focused on an insignificant spot on the ceiling. He closed his blue eyes and sighed deeply. He hadn't seen Claire for a day now. In the past a day was a short time span to him, it hadn't mattered, but since meeting Claire everything had changed. She'd changed his life in so many ways, big and small.

Days without seeing her bright face felt excruciatingly long. Although it was a cliché to say, days felt like years, it was all too true. As soon as he'd said his goodbye to her he felt a sharp pang in the pit of his stomach. It had him feel ill; it was the most pain he'd ever been in. He was sure it hurt more then a knife or a broken arm...anything. He would have given anything to see her right now, just for a second even, just to see her smile. Her smile...

He opened his eyes and grinned. Her smile was infectious. As soon as he saw it he couldn't stop his lips from curling in until he was smiling like a love struck fool. That's exactly what he was. A fool in complete and utter love. And although this made him feel like someone was punching his heart every time he was away from her, he wouldn't switch it for the world.

Because when he talked to her and was just with her, everything he felt when she was gone didn't matter. Nothing mattered to him but Claire. He was only fifteen, but he knew this wasn't just some silly teenage crush. He would bet everything he had that he was more in love now even in his young age than couples in their thirties. Because although people said he was too young to know what love was, they couldn't feel what he was feeling now. People often asked him why he loved her so much, and he was only too happy to answer.

The first thing that always sprung to mind was her hair. He felt a pang of longing to feel it as he thought about it. He loved her hair colour, it was a warm brown, almost red but not quite. It stood out in a crowd, she didn't blend in with everyone else, and he liked that. It reflected like a mirror, and looked better then any hair on adverts for shampoos. It was effortlessly beautiful. It even felt beautiful! When he ran his hand through it and felt it fall between his fingers he felt more in love with her then at any time.

He could almost see her face in front of him. He glanced at the screen. Lights were flashing but he only had eyes for the picture of her head resting lightly on his shoulder. Her face looked so happy, they both did. Her eyes were shining in the photo, almost glistening. He'd heard they'd been called windows to the soul, and when he looked deeply into Claire's he could tell why. They told him everything he needn't to know about her. They were filled to the brim with intelligence, love, care, happiness... When he gazed at her eyes he didn't need TV, the cinema, a computer, all he needed were her eyes.

He glanced at his phone. Should he ring her? What would he say? Just that he needed to hear her voice, that he was driving himself crazy thinking about her? It seemed ridiculous just thinking about it. But love makes you do stupid things right? He smiled gormlessly and thought about her voice. It was soft and easy on the ears. It was pointless he had to ring her. AS he searched for her number robotically he was almost becoming frantic. He couldn't wait to warm up her hands again and to kiss her and tell her how much he loved her.

He was a fool in love alright. But he wouldn't change it for the world.